I just got back from the midnight showing. Imax screen.
I could invoke the kind of hyperbole Mr. Miller invoked when he wrote the piece, the brilliant and hypnotizing colors Ms. Varley gave to Miller’s inks, or even the realization of the director, utilizing a visual medium to inspire another.
I could also send this movie to every director currently making a “comic book movie.” Here, I would say. Open up the fucking book and use what’s there. I could do that.
Instead, what I will do is say just this. Just this.
After seeing 300, I don’t need sex for a year.
Godfuckingdamn.